I wake up to the rustling of the bushes. I am alone. I've been waiting for this moment since the Reaping. This is the moment I am going to die. I know that there's no point in fighting back, but I somehow find myself scooting backward as fast as I can. I see a hand clamped around a knife coming through the opening. I fall down a few feet. There are a lot of bricks in here. I am about to scream when a hand comes over my mouth. It smells of wheat. I turn to my left to see Phox and Katri. I wrap my arms around them. "Okay," Phox whispers. "I was thinking us three could be in an alliance." Katri and I nod in agreement. I hear what sounds like a conversation between the careers. "You said you saw them run this way," Griffin says. "I did," Talon replies. "Then where are they?" Laurel cuts in. "Are those bricks? Maybe the cave goes down deeper," Orchid says. "Please," Griffin says. "Leave the smart work to the men." I hear more rustling as they leave. "I may be twelve," Katri says, "but I want you to know I'm not weak." "I know," I say. We climb out of the small space and pick a ton of berries. We eat and eat and eat. Before we know it, it's nightfall. It's about time for the cannons. I am right again. Six cannons go off. There are only eight tributes left. I am guessing that the final tributes are Griffin, Talon, Laurel, Orchid, Katri, Phox, Me, and someone else. That means I'll be dying sooner than planned.